#recovened

[10ccs]

@recovened

sam has two glasses of red in hand. it wouldn’t surprise most people to discover him double-fisting two glasses of red wine at the afterparty of an awards ceremony, but they weren’t both for him. 

he spotted taylor from across the room in the middle of doing shots with his bandmates. the heathens took home an award for best original song and he was prepared to spend the rest of the night celebrating with them when his eyes landed on her and, as usual, couldn’t bear to look away.

“fancy meeting you here, doll.” he sidles up to her with a languid smile on his face, looking her up and down before finally meeting her eyes and offering out the glass of wine. he’s shameless, as always. “want a drink?”

#recovened #*recovened: taylor #*sam&taylor #*verse: live fast die young leave a good looking corpse #ok ok i hope this is alright to start!! #lmk if i should change anything tho \o/

[ohfiendangelical]

There’s a bizarre softness to him.

Yes, he came into the house unannounced; yes, he loomed in shadow like a predator—but now he stands in the light, nervously caressing his palms with his fingertips, eyes downcast as if in shame. He’s meek, subdued. He does not look like a monster. He hardly even looks like a movie star.

          “I brought wine,”          he says, motioning to the paper bag by his feet. He picks it up, pulling out the bottle, and dares to make eye contact.          “Blackberry wine. One of my favorites. I think—we may have similar taste.” 

He looks away again. A beat.

          “You’re very handsome,”          he says to the floor. His voice is gentle and genuine, almost childlike—but he looks a little annoyed, too. 

@recovened

#recovened

[skullfck]

          “Willow’s friend.”          He’s drunk enough to be blunt, straight-to-the-point.          “With the brother.” 

He hasn’t been hearing particularly glowing praise recently, but he’s holding out hope that everyone will calm down and come around. It’s early enough that bad reactions are to be expected. Unwarranted, maybe, in his opinion, but expected. Things have been complicated, to put it nicely—batshit insane, to put it less nicely. 

          “I’ve seen pictures. Of you. On her phone. And Twitter,”          he goes on, leaning against the bar. He thinks of the last photo he saw and his eyes naturally fall somewhere disrespectful; he takes just a split-second too long to course correct. He smiles, quickly playing it off.          “I heard you two got in a fight. I think—I think you two should kiss’n make up. If you haven’t already. I can’t keep up. But you should, y’know, if y’haven’t.”

A pause. He appears to realize something.

          “I’m Hawk, by the way. The one who—who Stockholm Syndrome’d her.” 

@recovened

#recovened #EMBARRASSING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[nitebit]

@recovened / arlo.

"You're okay. You're gonna be okay. Just breathe." The dreamscape had kept them apart, constantly pulled them away from each other, but today Bunny sees him up close for the very first time and realizes she doesn't even know his name. Only knows of his pain.

She'd gone deeper than ever before when she heard his screams. His terror guiding her through this storm that knows no end. There's a deep crack in the sky as dark clouds begin to surround them. There isn't enough time, she thinks.

She looks up, eyes wide as she speaks in a rushed, quite voice, afraid that the wind will carry her voice and eject her out of his dreams sooner. "It's going to take me again. It doesn't like me being here."

#recovened #oh look its me 🙈 #🐰 ❛ main verse. i'm just not quite.

[withbeasts]

@recovened liked x;

amelia stands above them as they sit at the small bistro table. they do not notice her, not yet, staring out the window like they imagine themselves to be a character in a music video. that is the narrative, at least, that amelia is putting upon them. she clears her throat. " hello -- oo. " she sings, her face expressionless. " here's your coffee. "

#AMELIA; ALL BITE. #STARTER. #RECOVENED001. #hello hello #recovened

[vitalphenomena]

@recovened // arlo

Arlo wakes with a start — one of those full body convulsions that jostles Amelia, who until that point had been sleeping soundly. Her body is curled towards his, a crescent shape with both ends pointing to Arlo, though they'd stopped directly cuddling at some point in the night when body heat became too much to share under the duvet.

Amelia's eyes are open wide. She studies Arlo but can't assess much more than his coursing adrenaline, his sudden and untraceable fear. She worries she'd kicked him or tried to strangle him in his sleep — worries she's become some madwoman like from the plays.

"Arlo, what happened? What's wrong" She scoots away, too alarmed to touch him, but too alert to take her eyes off of him.

#recovened #ARLO W. #AMELIA H. #AMELIA ARLO 2. #TIMELINE: SECOND GENERATION.

[krakahe]

           He had smelled the incense from her altar on the wind, heard his name in a passing prayer — a voice so familiar, yet different somehow. Taking the form of a crow to follow the scent on the wind, it all led him to a lush balcony in the city — an open window led him to a beautifully busy living room, cluttered with personality. To an altar in the corner, to tools of worship and magic. He feels comfortable around here, nostalgic even — he only discovers why when he catches sight of a picture frame tucked into the decorations. It’s @recovened, older now, and if her smiles is to be believed ... she's happier. He lingers on the picture, catching a smile that spreads slowly onto his lips. Pride — he's proud.

How long had it been since he had last seen her? She was a girl then — a caged bird, desperate to break free. He takes his time exploring, prodding the tchotchkes and trinkets with an ebony beak. He feels her eyes on him long before he acknowledges them, and he is a man again in the blink of an eye, filling up the small cluttered living room with his imposing frame. 

          “ Hvordan går det vennen? ”     Einár still examines the room, sparing a glance or two in her direction,     “ You’ve done quite a lot of growing since I’ve been gone. ”

#uwu #recovened #❝ ᛖᛁᚾᚨᚱ . ❞ — ic . #lemme know if this is okay or if you want me to change anything <3

[10ccs]

@recovened said: let me be your friend. i want to help you.  

he is so sick of hearing that. not from her specifically, but from everyone. in hushed asides on days off when he’s hungover and strung out, in text messages that he ignores, even in the looks he gets where the words are left unsaid. 

"there’s nothing to help, taylor.” he throws out his arms in exasperation, but deep down he knows everything he’s saying is a lie. “i don’t have a problem.” 

#recovened #*recovened: taylor #*ask #*sam&taylor #*verse: live fast die young leave a good looking corpse

[seventhea]

lil testing starter call, accepting. ⟢ ( @recovened, taylor! )

                “  magic?  ”    she  asks,  eyes  wide  and  glittering,  dark  amber  and  filled  with  a  wonder  that  she  holds  up  to  all  the  world.    “  land  magic?  oh,  i’ve  never  …  “    the  words  escape  her,  and  the  thought  as  well,  she  catches  hold  of  a  glimmering  ball  on  the  book  case,  but  a  sour  feeling  stirs  in  the  dark,  forgotten  pit  as  she  finds  it  reminds  her  of  a  story  she  has  tried  her  best  to  let  go  of.  ariel  tries  her  best  to  let  it  roll  off  of  her,  eagerly  awaiting  the  other  woman,  rife  with  power  that  ariel  can  feel  through  her  daydreams,  to  tell  her  all  about.    “  what  is  it  like?  ”

#⟢ ₊ .◝ * “ in character ” … let me sit here‚ threshold of two worlds. #⟢ ₊ .◝ * “ verse: main ” … to unpathed waters and undreamed shores. #recovened

[faebold]

“ I USED TO HAVE A COOKING SHOW — yeah, I know, cool right? And it was the most popular show in all the land, ”     Taako’s a few drinks in at this point, a graveyard of discarded cups and cans on the table in front of him. He chews absentmindedly on something hardly recognizable anymore in his drunken haze — the scraps of something ordered quite a while ago,     “ I think there are still reruns on TV every now and again — you should see it, I’m excellent — ”

          “ Bor-r-r-r-ing! No thank you, not for me. ”     @recovened says at her side of the booth, earning a deep frown from the elf sitting across from her. He crosses his arms flamboyantly, tossing his hair with a huff.

          “ Quick to judge, huh? I taught plenty of helpful enchantments for my recipes — you might be able to learn something from it. Can you cook? You don’t look like you can cook. Watch my show — I’ll send you the streaming link for twenty — no — ten gold pieces, since you’re Willow’s friend. The friends and family discount. It’s a fantastic deal. Can’t pass it up! ”

#drunk extraplanar elf chooses violence LKJHGFD #❝ 𝕱𝖆𝖊𝖇𝖔𝖑𝖉 . ❞ — answered. #❝ 𝖎𝖓 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 . ❞ — taako. #recovened #recovened / taylor wright

[nitebit]

@recovened

❛ It's weird, isn't it? ❜ She's talking about the crystal sphere in the palm of her hand, the one she was supposed to sell. Her guy backed out last minute, leaving her thousands of dollars short and with one, useless crystal ball. Bunny holds it up towards Taylor, the sphere glowing away. ❛ I don't feel anything coming off of it. ❜ She sighs, carefully placing it back on the table. ❛ I'd hate to think I wasted a week of my life tracking it down for nothing, though. ❜

#recovened #lmk if it works !! we can plot out stuff later if you'd like 🖤 #for taylor ??!

[unpossession]

❝  he murders all that’s good.  ❞ Taylor is gripping Willow's face with a grip that reminds her of her father. Long nails digging crescents into her cheeks, the pressure of @recovened's fingers is almost bruising. Willow knows she wont be left with any physical marks once her hand withdraws but it doesn't make her any less afraid.

Willow's eyes flicker, black and abyssal, for a split second. Drunk and frightened. The booze and sick on Taylor's breath makes her nauseous, too. Clutching each other on the bathroom floor, mascara and glitter on her cheeks.

"I know. I know, I--" Willow wants to argue but she wants Taylor to let go of her even more. What good is defending the man anyway? He's out of her life, attached only by their shared blood and mutual friends.

❝  ---you can never tell my brother. it's wrong. he'll leave you.  ❞

"--I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-- I don't miss him. I don't know why I said--"

#recovened #:)

[loetise]

arlo’s bingo card <3

allie's bingo card, accepting.  ˎˊ˗

i LOVE THEM. SUNSHINE BABIES. like 17000 bingos as there should be

#𖥸 ₊ * “ ooc ” … just had a dream <3 i love psychology. #recovened

[k1arke]

don’t you ever point a gun at someone you’re not going to shoot - arlo :) - @recovened

RANDOM ACTION-THEMED PROMPTS - accepting !

CLARKE'S brows shot up, glancing at the weapon in her hand that was now hanging by her side. ❝ and what makes you think that i wouldn't? ❞ she questioned, clicking the safety on before slipping it into the waistband of her jeans at her back.

❝ i would if i had to. if i was given a reason to. i don't point it at anyone if i'm not willing to pull the trigger. ❞

#recovened #* verse \ tbd #gun tw #gun // #gun trigger #gun mention tw #gun mention // #gun mention trigger #just in case